Three geography-crossed poets finding life has much to bard about…

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I step into the silence,The nights are black out here.The planet curves in a visible arc overhead.I watch the night clouds move past twinkling pinpoints of light.Peaceful sanctuary,despite the bone-chilling cold-forcing me to walk backward into the night. I brace myself against the assaulting wind. Quiet movement in the periphery-foot prints in the virgin snow.Inhabitants of the night flee tomake way for the intruder.I will never belong-Forever the outsider. They will always flee,though for eternity I will revel at the site of them.

Josie at Two Shoes in Texas, is once again hosting Two Shoes Tuesday! This week’s prompts were either ‘fast’ or ‘smile.’

Missionary Sadie Missionary Sadie left for the reasonto save cannibal souls from high treason.She found herself frightenedand her caution was heightened, because it was their holiday season.And the rumor was they’re more liableto dine on one with a Bible.if she were inept and made a misstep,she’d be invited to lunch, undeniable.So she taught them that life everlastingwould come to them just for the asking,if they’d not consume others,and if she had her druthers they’d devote to a life full of fasting. z~

Medical Mutiny30 years ago:Treachery!Scanning for signs of betrayal-Evidence of treason.Justifying a massive retaliative strike-Chemical warfare,Evil for evil.We lose the battle,We win the war20 years ago:Treasonous cells having never left,lay in wait to attackthe weakened ground gainedin the decade long defensive.New science, more chemicals,Cloned soldiers- The battle is won-The war rages on.10 years ago:Has any man-made offensiveraged so long?Covert operations- fickle bastards,sneak attack.The invaders have wreaked havocon the mother land.Difficult to comprehend –this strike may decide the war.We are stronger-weaker than before-but stronger.Today:All defensive operations have moved north.I live in my head.These mutant cells continue their effortsto evict my spirit.Ignorant of self-destruction-unaware they commit hara-kiri.The soul will live on unencumbered.

This is a photo of my parents. It features center stage on my refrigerator… The second poem was inspired by all of the photos being magnetically held to my fridge. The first one is fairly self explanatory. Z~

The View From Here

Today

My mother

sat by my side

as I drove past the school

I attended as a child.

The school yard

divided neatly in four,

was the same

and yet so different.

My vision skewed

by size and youth,It was far too expansive then.

I could never throw a ball

clear across

the cement playing field.

The stairs no longer

appear insurmountable.

Then I turn-

I see my mother.

This point of view

has somehow

worked in reverse.

No longer unassailable,

or larger than life,

Invulnerability

is not hers to pretend.

When did she become so small?

z~

Refrigerator DancersBlack and white glossies in spectator shoes and woolen coatsGive way to pursed lipped kisses in the Coupe, long legs posed like Betty.She’ll go with him in uniform—she, still one dimensional lacking hue. Little does he know, he’s a pinup too. He’s doing the icebox waltz.

The budding artist–offspring, not of Betty and her mate but the generation next.Daddy’s art work is long gone, committed to the memory of a sentimental storyteller.

Toothless school photos yield to the performing arts—drama and dance recitalsHolidays illustrated in detail, gifts and tables set with heirlooms from the icebox days. Commencement depicts another generation advancing in polaroid Until they too step aside, making room for the next refrigerator dancers. z~

of unconditional loveWhen I sing for you the unsung lullabies And mesmerise your sense of wonder with untold fairy talesWhen you hear me say “I love you,” When you reach for my face And I kiss yours in gratitude